back in Roman days anyone could be crucified for no good reason at all
fiction
edward w pritchard
Every Tuesday morning my neighbor wakes me by the noise of dragging his heavy over loaded trashcan to the curb for the scheduled pickup. My first thought is mysterious fanatics are dragging the heavy stone off the entrance to Joseph of Arimathea's rock hewn tomb again and one of the carriers is wondering if the body is so unbalanced because bones are broken unevenly during a crucifixion.
Back in Roman days anyone could be crucified for no good reason at all.
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
more on the night terrors of American cowboy legend sheriff Bat Masterson
more on the night terrors of American cowboy legend sheriff Bat Masterson
fiction
edward w pritchard
Everyone has dreams for themselves of fame, fortune and Joy but its the flip-side, the cold actualities of life that produce the night terrors.
American cowboy Sheriff legend Bat Masterson left the family farm at an early age to wander the American West striving for wealth and fame but later in life, after he had manufactured a legendary image of himself and foisted it upon the American consciousness The Bat was plagued by night terrors. Of course this information isn't recorded on History's permanent record but is only gleaned by intuition by this writer.
Every night when he was elderly Bat Masterson had night terrors that continued even after his death in eternal re-occurrence of the battle with fierce fanatical Indians at Adobe Wells riding in a circle around the buffalo camp shooting and shooting at him and his mates. Bat Masterson relived the fierce battle with the Indian leader Qua-nah Parker and his posse over and over in his dreams.
Fly too high and the sun melts the wax that hold together your wings Icarus. Rest in Peace Bat Masterson American troublemaker and lawman 1853 to 1921.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Everyone has dreams for themselves of fame, fortune and Joy but its the flip-side, the cold actualities of life that produce the night terrors.
American cowboy Sheriff legend Bat Masterson left the family farm at an early age to wander the American West striving for wealth and fame but later in life, after he had manufactured a legendary image of himself and foisted it upon the American consciousness The Bat was plagued by night terrors. Of course this information isn't recorded on History's permanent record but is only gleaned by intuition by this writer.
Every night when he was elderly Bat Masterson had night terrors that continued even after his death in eternal re-occurrence of the battle with fierce fanatical Indians at Adobe Wells riding in a circle around the buffalo camp shooting and shooting at him and his mates. Bat Masterson relived the fierce battle with the Indian leader Qua-nah Parker and his posse over and over in his dreams.
Fly too high and the sun melts the wax that hold together your wings Icarus. Rest in Peace Bat Masterson American troublemaker and lawman 1853 to 1921.
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
congested urban centers; blues for my President Obama
congested urban centers; blues for my President Obama
fiction
edward w pritchard
I spent the weekend in one of America's congested urban centers. I visited Chicago again by train. I Loved it.
Forever will I have "Chicago in Mind" [1] but I didn't over pay at a blues club for the privilege.
I didn't have a unique hot dog, I didn't cleverly quote about broad shoulders and civilization and I didn't stuff myself with too thick slices of deep dish pizza.
When I go to Chicago I do exactly what I want to. Chicago congested urban center has everything a man could want and I choose my pleasures with joy and finesse. For me it's art museums, sitting near the blue waters of Lake Michigan and a sports bar; beer with a bit of professional baseball, the Cubs from the national league for the early game and White Sox American league after dark.
Rumbling slowly out of town by night train through the south side look mournfully at what America has become- nobody going nowhere but in Love with it all just the same. Chicago congested urban center please leave the light on for me until I return again.
[1] Albert Ammonds " Chicago in Mind" just slow enough piano blues style jazz piece
fiction
edward w pritchard
I spent the weekend in one of America's congested urban centers. I visited Chicago again by train. I Loved it.
Forever will I have "Chicago in Mind" [1] but I didn't over pay at a blues club for the privilege.
I didn't have a unique hot dog, I didn't cleverly quote about broad shoulders and civilization and I didn't stuff myself with too thick slices of deep dish pizza.
When I go to Chicago I do exactly what I want to. Chicago congested urban center has everything a man could want and I choose my pleasures with joy and finesse. For me it's art museums, sitting near the blue waters of Lake Michigan and a sports bar; beer with a bit of professional baseball, the Cubs from the national league for the early game and White Sox American league after dark.
Rumbling slowly out of town by night train through the south side look mournfully at what America has become- nobody going nowhere but in Love with it all just the same. Chicago congested urban center please leave the light on for me until I return again.
[1] Albert Ammonds " Chicago in Mind" just slow enough piano blues style jazz piece
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